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This shawl has been around the world. I started making it on the 19th of October, on my way to the states. It’s heard a few stories, this shawl has. It’s helped sooth some nerves after a night of crying babies. Opened up conversations with people…

I travel to work on public transport. Most times the trip is fine. Having taken up crocheting again, and with a self imposed deadline to finish a couple of projects I crochet whilst commuting. I don’t wear headphones because I will miss my stop and end up someplace…

I am seriously addicted to buying stuff from my Facebook pages – yesterday I headed off to pick up a crocheted lap rug (small blanket) from one of my regular suppliers. This meant I had to catch the ferry across the harbour, which is fine as it was a glorious…

The world has gone crazy. I don’t want to turn on the news anymore. So I crochet. I have become the crazy crochet lady on the train. My morning and evening commute is spent furiously crocheting away, trying to forget the horror that people continue to inflict on…

I have been obsessed with crochet lately. Dreaming of it. Resenting my work because I want to sit and crochet all day. Trying to stay away from the computer and the endless downloading of crochet patterns. Browsing through bookstores for crochet books. Fighting with old ladies over crochet pattern books…

Often misunderstood, thanks to the greed and avarice of humans (what a good word, avarice) the fate of most greyhounds bred for racing is not pretty. However we were lucky enough to be chosen by Lady Hound-Grey, and she reminds us often enough exactly who is in charge here…

I was asked by someone (you know who you are) recently where I received my inspiration. I really had to think to answer that question (but then again, I really have to think before I answer most questions). Certainly people, in all their glorious people-ness are an inspiration. For…

Certainly the last week has been exciting for some, with the true colours of people shining through. I liken it to seeing a lovely apple or peach in the market and picking it up only to find it is rotten underneath. As The Husband & I were seriously embarrassed by…

I was going to name and number the posts that come about because of crochet – along the lines of ‘Crochet tale # 105), however I have realised that is going to be too much work. I also just realised that when I typed # 105, I am quite possibly one…